Historic Man may proclaim, may murder for fealty, to swear allegiance totheir hunt's command.They may elevate their One True Kingto kneel and obey. They may employcounting measure, ceremony and sacrifice,taunting and torture or other trialsthus finding for each loyal swan a pondto plunder, to parade in royal colour,their place of pride.

Cruelty descends, more master than tactic; it is the enemy of joy, of flavor,bonding, works of love and honor.

Yet men, on real ground, work companionsto soil and rain, engineers trained to eachmoment's urgencies, philosophers of stone and mud,reason and toil, persist. Their sinew and bone feedthe ages, build clay and richness on whichwealth relies.

Wisdom knows the sweat of practiced movement,flexible to unexpected obstacles, able to modulatequiet or loud as the crowd ebbs or grows in credulity.Where wisdom seeps through, countersprevailing poisons, invigorates blood to nourishminds and hearts, look there for blessing.

Arise, lovers! Bring forth better days,ours to play in open revelry,neighbors enjoying shared labors and our fruit.Accept truth of magic; imagine life into this world.